The sun bleeds,
the air is cold,
all the world is silent.
If you’re reading this thank you for taking time it if your day to read my writing. I hope you still return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
The sun bleeds,
the air is cold,
all the world is silent.
If you’re reading this thank you for taking time it if your day to read my writing. I hope you still return in the future!
-Alina